Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Switzerland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Move to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
MDC,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.